Fun Game

Shoot the Sheep

So fun and yet so frustrating! I'm old. Thus my Score of .2024

The Paper Route

Back in the day my mom had a gigantic paper route. Around 300 Daily Herald Newspapers and 100 or so Chicago Tribunes. These papers were delivered in most part to an apartment complex in Hoffman Estates. The apartments were 3 floors and the door to each floor had a lock. We used to help my mom run this route, and we were paid handsomely for our efforts. I believe Rob started out as the helper and eventually I was the man. The day started at about 3am and ended between 5:45 and 6:15am. Because of the nature of what we were doing and the fact that homeless people were sometimes sighted on the property my mom bought a can of Mace for herself and one for me or whichever kid was helping her that day.

One morning Matthew came along to deliver newspapers, and he was to accompany me. (He has always been a good pack mule and the papers were heavy as heck.) I never really carried the mace, but Matty was still little and he had the paper bag with the mace clipped to it. Everything was going well and Matt hadn't rubbed any mace in his eye this time out, so I was feeling good. Right near the end of the route Matt and I enter the back door of an apartment building and low and behold under the steps is a grimy looking homeless guy sleeping. As we pass Matt is startled by the man, and immediately reaches for the mace and takes aim on the sleeping hobo. Startled, I grabbed his arm, and said, "Dude, You can't Mace a sleeping person!". That poor guy was so close to having a very bad morning.

I still laugh my butt off when I think about what would have happened had this poor guy been maced in his sleep. Can you imagine how much that would suck? Just when you think life can't suck any more you get maced in the eyes while sleeping by an 8 year old. Poor hobo.

Robs Birthday

It was November 3rd, and as tradition would have it all of Robs friends were invited for a sleep over so we could play football the next day.

Rob was 13 or so and I was around 10 we were living in the house in Hanover Park. All the guys were there Duane, Vinny, Peter, Billy W., Me, and Rob and probably a couple others. At the time Rob had a paper route, and needless to say he had several large bags containing rubberbands.

That night around bedtime Vinny and I got a bright idea. We setup about 12 feet away from the entrance to Robs bedroom behind a little table, and as someone was coming out to go to the bathroom to brush their teeth shower or whatever we would pelt them mercilessly with rubber bands. Keep in mind they were in various stages of undress from tshirt and shorts to just shorts.

Since "the marks" were coming out one at a time and "Escaping" to the bathroom we had them pinned down in their and the loud music in Robs room assured we had more clueless victims. Finally one of them got up the guts to take one for the reluctant team and warned Rob. Things turned crazy when Rob opened another bag of rubber bands, and they started firing back. We had better cover but they had revenge in their heads. After about 2 hours and 1200 rubber bands or so the war was over. We each had a dozen or so welts, and the floor between our table and Robs room was covered with about half an inch of rubberbands.

The Dream Interpretor

Click to interpret your dream.

Just a fun little tool.

Home Stretch!

So, it's getting close...Sept 9th Closing HOPEFULLY!

The Fictionary

This post is dedicated to words and phrases and what they mean. Please feel free to add to this as you think of new words or phrases. I will link this article from the right side of the screen as The Fictionary.

Milka Milka Milka *dance*
Pronounced Just as it is written but accompanied by a totally sweet dance.
Definition I am very excited to have some milk - this dance and song is proof of said excitement.
Coined by Caiden

Waaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!
Pronounced it varies...you'll know it when you hear it.
Definition I am hungry, angry, tired, soiled and or just wnat to be held and jostled
Coined by Gavin and revived by Logan (Thus begins Gavins long future of not having anything of his own that his brother doesn't imitate.)

Buka Buka Buka -
Pronounced Buck-a Buck-a Buck-a
Definition This is the sound a chicken makes
Coined By Savanna

Nomi Nomi Nomi -
Pronounced "know me know me know me"
Definition "I am not particularly in agreement with you and would like for you to shut up or I will keep making this noise.
Coined by Rebeca

Creebershobees -
Pronounced kreeeeeeee-ber-shoooooooooooow-beeeeeees
Definition I just died for the 47th time in Mario World I'm super pissed and the kids will tell if I swear. (Also don't be near by because I will pinch and or hit you.)
Coined by Mike

Creebershobileebees -
Pronounced
Definition A slight variation of the aforwementioned Creebershobees I died again, but this time I am not as pissed, but I ahve to say something. You might still get hit.
Coined by Mike

Look I'm a bull
Pronounced We all know
Definition You are about to get stabbed in the nipples with my "horns" (fingers).
Coined by Jason

Tarked Marty
Pronounced riiiight
Definition I am late fro class and I have to hurry or I will be this...
Coined by Lori

Are you Stupid?
Pronounced just like it looks
Definition This is a trick question. I have tried yes no and complete silence but there appears to be no right answer. :)
Coined by Dad

My Tummy Hurts
Pronounced "How it sounds"
Definition "If you value your sense of smell and would not like to dry heave, please evacuate the 25 foot radius around me because I just dropped some hardcore ass that might show up on the Richter Scale.
Coined by Rebeca

Tiltyder and Tiltyder
Pronounced "Til-t-dir and Til-t-dir"
Definition "Oh my god, the boxes are starting to fall over.
Coined by Rebeca

Ba Ba Ba Ba
Pronounced "Bah Bah Bah"
Definition "Could be a number of things...I would like some more Cheerios, Can I have some Juice, I have Crap In My Diaper, I Just Threw Something At Savanna's Head and It Made a Weird Sound, I Would Like Some Fries...
Really, it could and does mean anything and everything.
Coined by Caiden

NOOOOOOODLES
Pronouced "New-Dulls"
Definition "I am so excited to eat my Microwaved Ramen Noodles, that I will bust out into Electric Air Guitar and will be forced to yell out NOOOOODLES in the highest possible pitch known to man.
Coined by Mike

Cunning Stunt Bonus
Prounounced It depends on how careful you are
Definition when doing a cool stunt you get these points in a certain computer game...translation say it ten times fast and you will realize what Renee said in front of all of mikes friends and has never lived it down. HOW NAUGHTY!
Coined by Carmageddon
Perfected by Renee

Cobbity Shobbities
Prounounced Cobb-itee shobb-itees
Definition (We will never know it is part of that strange language that Dad spoke to his parents and since WE WERE NEVER TAUGHT IT...it remains a mystery) The way us children communicated when we wanted to speak spanish...what can we say, thats what is sounded like to us!
Coined by Rebeca and Michelle (I believe while playing office and writing in "Cursive") Cobbity shobbity cobbity shobbity!

Makel, Renekah
Pronounced MAH-KHEL, REN-EK-AH
Definition I am too frustrated and I am a Cuban native and I cannot put the right name to anyone child cause I have os many of them.
Coined by Dad

The wonders of shapeable sand

One summer the coolest thing happened. Dad got us a Sandbox! Well, not really a sand "box" per say, but a pile of sand dumped on the side of the house by a dump truck. We played in this sand all the time. I lost countless Matchbox and Hotwheel cars in there, and would build elaborate roads and tunnels. One day Rob joined me playing in the sand. We were digging holes like usual, and Rob happened upon the greatest treasure ever found in the sand pile. Shapeable sand. This was not ordinary sand it was sand with attitude. You didn't have to wet it because it stuck together by itself and was squishy, and shapeable Rob rolled it like Play Doh and folded it. He even went so far as to rub it on his face since it was so soft, but he wouldn't let me play with it. I decided there must be more treasure in here somewhere so I started digging furiously for my own piece of shapeable sand. After about 5 minutes Rob caught a familiar scent in the air. "Michael, Did you poop!?!", he asked me. Incredulous at the notion I shot back, "No I did not!” With the scent still strong in the air though he grabbed the back of my pants to check as you do when dealing with a small child who you believe is lying. Much to his chagrin I was not lying, and the wheels began to turn. I continued to dig until I too caught the scent of poo to which I checked my shoes and concluded I had not stepped in dog poo, and most certainly was not sitting in it. I began to scan the area for the offending odor as Rob had an epiphany. He smelled his hand. With a face of shock and horror he smelled the shapeable sand. "Arrrrrrgggghhhhhhh It's poop!", he screamed. He immediately threw the shapeable sand and jumped up to run in the house and washes his hands and face till they were red from scrubbing.

Needless to say he ruined sandbox time that day and mom came out and called me inside. "Did you find any shapeable sand Michael?" she asked. "No mom Rob wouldn't let me play with it", I said. She began to laugh and said well it serves him right it was a piece of poop.

Rob was traumatized, and never played in the sand again that I can remember.

The moral of the story is: (You decide)

I miss you!

I know you guys probably read this title and think oh well, she says it all the time. But I don't think you all understand how much I miss having your love and support constantly surrounding me. It makes me so sad to go back home because I get another fresh wave of what I have been have been missing. I just want to let you all know that I think that we have the best family in the world and I can't wait until we are all together again. Actually I really think about that everyday. It seems like I have a good thing going over here but if I am not by my family it is not worth it to me. Is that stupid?
I miss my sisters. The other day I almost started crying at IKEA because....I have to ask everyone who comes through my lane for their zip code...one girl came through and said her zip code....i noticed it wasn't from around Phoenix, so i asked what brought her to AZ....she said she was visiting her sister...I was like AWWWW! I wish my sisters could visit me! I was instantly homesick. I almost started crying, can you believe it? The girl looked at me like I was crazy. Michelle, Rebeca, Lori and Mom I don't think you understand how much just going to the mall with you guys meant to me. I loved just calling you and being like, do you wanna go to the mall? Because Lord knows there is nothing else to do in Huntley. lol Michelle I miss laying on your pillows because you always smell so good. I miss hanging out in your room because my room was always messy and cold. Rebeca I miss all of us trying to fit in your bed when Jason was out of town. I miss talking to you I know we miss each other a lot with our schedules. Lori, thank you for understanding when I call and vent to you. Thank you for being so compassionate and sensitive. I wish I had more of your qualities in myself.
I was just talking to a co-worker today about poor people. And I was like this may sound cheesy but I know that if I ever get into trouble anyone in my family would take me in in a second. That really means a lot to me.
Mom, I was asked the other day why I am so driven. I didn't have an answer. I think I know now. I am afraid of failing. I am afraid that I will never be able to buy you all the things that I know you deserve. You deserve so much Mom and I regret the fact that I will probably never be able to travel with you all the places that we want to go. I tried to apply for a credit card today and I got denied again. How depressing.
Kristina wrote me a thank you card the other day and I am just grateful that she remembers me. I feel like I have abandoned every one of my children. Caiden doesn't even know me. BUT he did give me two kisses!!
Mike and Lori I appreciate how you treat me like your own child. I really do. Mike, I loved all of our sleepless nights together, playing computer and drinking Pepsi. Even though you mostly always had to get up early the next morning, I loved how you stood up with me just to make me happy. That really means a lot to me. I regret that I am no good at Halo II.
Matt, I love how you never change. I love that I can always count on you to be insightful in your own nonsense way. I love that you invited me to Italy and made sure I never went hungry, even if that meant you had to. I love that I don't understand half of what you are talking about when you talk about the world ending in 2007. I love the fact that you and I are going to end up surviving by the moonlight with the Hopi Indians. I love that even though you have changed over the years, as have I, you are the same crazy Matthew.
Dad, thank you for always giving me a hard time when I call. I know its just because you want to talk to me longer. I really miss you Daddy and I don't think you believe it but I do. I miss pulling on your ears when we are driving to church, I miss driving in the van and making Michelle mom and you laugh. I miss curling up on your lap and watching Sci-Fi together. That channel really grew on me! :o)
I love you too Jason. Don't think I forgot about you. I am so glad that you fit into this family perfectly. Thank you for being such a great father to your children. Thank you for coming to Arizona and visiting me! Thank you for playing Go-karts with me. Thank you for paying. LOL that was so fun, I had the slow CAR!! I miss you and you will always be my brother Fooqua.
I just want everyone to know that I am happy out here and I am trying my best to make something of myself before I go back home. I love Victor and he is taking good care of me. So don't worry, but don't forget to call. I love and miss you all!

Sleeping Beauty...

I know the rest of you will probably gag, but I thought it was so cute.

Every morning I wake up Rebeca to give her a kiss and tell her I love her before I make my way off to work, and every morning in her sleep deprived drunken state, she seems confused and startled by me! : )

But this morning was different. I did my routine, got my wallet, phone and jewelry on and went to give her a kiss expecting the same song and dance (pinch her butt to wake her up which scares her, give her a kiss, she goes back into drunken sleep deprived state and I go on to work) but this time, when I pinched her butt, I startled her, but when she turned around to see who it was, she saw me and smiled and gave me a kiss. She looked like an angel. I know she will say she prolly looked all nasty first thing in the morning, but she really looked like an angel. Rebeca, you are so beautiful, and I know you never believe me when I say it, but it is true, you are a sexy bitch!!! ; )

Nothing major, but I just wanted Rebeca to know that that started my day off on a good note, I thought that was so cute.

I love you!

I finally got you!!

Ok so this story is one of my greatest accomplishments before marriage and kids. Everyone knows how easy it is to "scare" me, expecially my lovely brother Michael. And if you know how easy it is to scare me then you must know how much I absolutly hate it. My story goes like this. Michael has been scaring the shit out of me since forever i dont remember a time when mike didnt scare me and then laugh histarically as i am beating the crap out of him. So, i set out to get him, i kept trying and thinking of ways to "get" him, since he knew my plan he was always on the watch....... Except this one night. Anyone that lived in the Huntley house back in the day knows that at the end of the hall outside of my parents room(right by the stairs) was were we pilled the laundry, no basket just on the floor. I was walking up the stairs one night and it dawned on me i swear it was a light baulb moment and i heard singing in the backround thats how great this moment was. I knew Mike would be coming up since at this time his room was upstairs. My parents were in there bedroom, so i shut off the hall light and crawled into the dirty clothes covering the bottom of my parents door so there was abosolutly no light, i knew Mike would not turn on hall light because we seldom did we new those stairs like the back of our hands. I can not remember how long i waited there but i was so excited when i heard Mikes voice as he started up the stairs i was hiding so still trying not to get to excited because i didnt want to ruin this amazing moment. As he put his foot on the floor and rounded the corner ( it was like i could here is ever step) i jumped out of the smelly laundry keeping low just in case there were punches thrown because i new he would be so scared and "yelled boo" he screemed like a little girl and started to run i was laughing so hard i managed to say "I finally got you". Even though it was only a split second that he was scared, i got him good and he new it we laughed and he told me that was good thinking. I think he had a new found respect for me even though he still continued to scare me they got less and less i think because he new "pay back is a Bitch" :)

The Zoo

Here are some pictures we took from our family Zoo trip we took this past saturday. We all had alot of fun.

Almost

Just wanted to show everyone the progress on the house. We are hoping it will be done sometime in september. Its looking good!!

The Mis-Adventures of "The Monte" - The Rob Era

The Monte Carlo was from another era. The era of big heavy doors. Because of the big heavy door era they didn't close real good if you didn't slam them, but that's a story for "The Mike Era" of "The Monte".

First off let me say that I have a lot of good memories from that car. It was a great car. Alternator drained the battery a little fast, and a couple rocker arms were broke, but all in all a good car. :) I will tell all those stories in good time, but this story begins during one of the fondest times I can remember.

My first memories of the Monte begin when someone broke in and stole the extra change and gum from the ashtray in the house in Hanover Park, and busted open the glove box that was screwed shut; In those days Dad and Mom were still driving it, but "The Monte" would soon become the first car to be officially passed down.

This story begins during my Freshman year in High School. Rob was a senior, and was driving his recently handed down car to school everyday. This was a big deal, because there were only so many parking passes handed out for Streamwood High, and he got one.

When Rob got permission to drive to school everyday I figured nothing would change and that I would be taking the bus everyday. You can imagine my surprise when Rob decided I could go with him so I could get some extra sleep, and he made it a point to say so we could hang out more. I was shocked, and honored at the same time. It meant he was recognizing that I was growing up, and he didn't mind being seen with me. Up until this point Rob and I were not very close. I was the pain in the ass little brother and he dealt with me accordingly, and I don't blame him.

I never dreamed he would start to treat me like his friend. It was a great honor. One I will never forget. It was the pinnacle of my life to that point. It instilled a sense of pride and a burning desire to make my big brother proud of me. A desire I had never cared to attend to up until that point. In this simple gesture, he changed my life profoundly. I know it sounds stupid, but it's true. I have never let anyone know when they hurt me, especially emotionally, and him most of all so all those times he fought so that I couldn't go with him and Pete to the forest even tho mom made them take me, were starting to be reversed by this one event. I guess that's why I took his leaving so hard...

One day we were a little more late than usual for school so Rob might have been going a tad fast, but no faster than I had seen him go numerous times before. Long story short, he ran into some guys car while pulling into a parking space. The impact, which wasn't so bad it turns out, broke the front right blinker on "The Monte" and the rear left blinker of the car he hit. He was so worried that I was hurt he asked "Michael, are you OK?" but me, being the kid I was, I'm all "Dude, quick park somewhere else they will never know", (which would have worked If I had hit the guys car, but since it was Rob we would definitely have gotten caught), but Rob, well aware of his likely misfortune and being a good citizen, had the kid paged to the office. Now keep in mind the car we hit is like a 1981 clunker with bondo on it and tears in the rag top. Eventually, the guy comes out. He takes one look at the car and says, "Awe man, I was restoring that car." Rob and I just looked at him, like, "Are you high? That thing was a piece of shit when it was new."

Despite the drama all turned out well, and they didn't turn it onto the insurance company, and Rob paid the kid in cash for the repairs with his movie theatre money. Make money money! Make money money! More like Make baby baby! Make baby baby! Am I right? :) Just kidding. :)

As for the rest of the Rob stories, I will soon share the story of Juan, Juan, Juan and Guillermo and how they wanted to beat this kid with Robs nightstick lucky for him he gets away with just a punch in the mouth. (I actually think it was Jesus and Gus who were in the car that day, but its funny that we knew 3 guys named Juan and they all hungout. :)

Remeber when...

Remember when i hated Jason?? That big jerk (not now) took my tough sister from me and made her a softy. I don't remember any specific reason why i hated him accept that he was always jealous. I don't even remember when or why i started to like him. I remember seeing him for the first time at jewel when he had hair. No offense jay but it was not your look. ;o) I remember that he obviously thought rebeca was hot because when we first met him he was already trying to get her. When boo told me she was getting a job at jewel i was pissed. not because of jay but because she was 18 and she was starting off at minimum wage in a grocery store bagging groceries. it was not the glamorous or high paying job i thought she was capeable of getting. I had high hopes for her career. LOL Anyways, she met this hot guy that worked there and he asked her out. Im not sure i connected it was the same guy we met months before pre-haircut. LOL I remember the first date they had they went to the movies. i had to help boo convince dad it was a good idea for me to drop her off at jewel, so they could go watch a movie after he got off work. That was fun but much easier than i remember it ever being for me. OMG her first date shes almost 19 and dad still didn't want her to go. Oh well, we double teamed him with the dating guidelines and how he can't change the rules everytime we hit the age when we were allowed to do something. He always tried that didn't he? So the story continues, they spent lots of time together and i felt like i lost one of my best friends to a jealous punk boy. Which at the time he was a punk he'll tell you himself, right jay? Time went on lots of things happened and i started to realize that regardless of my feelings toward him he loved my sister and he wasn't about to go anywhere without her. I think once i stopped being selfish and tried to get to know him as a person rather than a spoiled sister stealer i started to like him. Now i truly feel like hes one of my brothers and i know he would do anything for me or anyone of my family members. I am proud to have him as my family and its getting increasingly more difficult to remember when he wasn't a part of our family. I love you Jay i'm proud of the man you have become, thanks for being a great father to my nephew and neice and a great husband to my sister.

Shoebilee

Ok, since we are on the topic of shoebilee, I thought i would add the time when Me and Renee were working i cant remmeber who else was working, but anyway it was a really busy weekend probably one of our annoying sidewalk sales and at the time i was Asst.Manager it must of been a sunday because Marlen wasnt there. I was dealing with so many annoying customers and Renee as usual was so energetic and happy with all these bargin hunters..... aka- jews.... Ok so Renee was at the register ringing people up, her favorite job!! i literally had to tear renee away from registar duty. She gets to this lady mind you the lines are like out the door, renee calls me to the register, i come over and the lady preceeds to tell me that this shoe (babyshoe) has a scuff on it and she wants to know if she can get money off , mind you this is the display shoe and the only one we have so it is already marked down to like $10 and its nike brand, so of course she is annoying me, i tell her since it does have a scuff on it, (which by the way i couldnt even see) i tell her i will take another 10% off basically making the shoe a steal, but no she actualy had the nerve to complain again. So, me being the person that i am say listen lady " the shoe is already marked down because its the last shoe and i am going to give you 10% off on top off that, so what do you want? i cant give you the shoe for free either take it or put the shoe back" at this point i think she relizes that she is not going to bargain anymore and she shuts up, i ask her again do you want the shoe or not? and her husband says yes we will take it. I will never forget Renee's face she was like OMG i cant believe you just said that, she was shocked but told me it was awesome. I am not sure if that is what started her "say whats on your mind personality" but either way i thought it was a funny story.

Fourth of July

Okay, so I know I am a little late on this post but my internet has been shoddy at best. And everytime I call tech support the only thing they tell me to do is unplug it. OKAY I GET IT TECH SUPPORT, I KNOW TO UNPLUG IT WHILE I AM WAITING ON HOLD FOR 45 MINUTES....IT STILL ISN'T WORKING!! WAAA!
Anyways, I just wanted to give a little shout out to the days of Shoebilee. I would like to preface this story by saying that for my 15th birthday the only thing that Rebeca gave me was an application. I was taking a nap and I woke up and there was an application for Shoebilee sitting on my chest. LOL I thought that was funny. But I have to say to Rebeca, that was the best job I have ever had.
These were the days after Matthew and before Michelle. Anyways, Marlen (our boss) told us that for Fourth of July we didn't have to dress in uniform and we could wear something patriotic. So, of course we were all excited we didn't have to wear our uniforms for a day. Now, I don't know if it was my strange ability to take things literally but because I heard the word Patriotic, I searched up and down in my closet for something with stars and stripes...the works. Finally, my eyes rested upon a T-Shirt that was about 3 sizes to big for me, it was navy blue with white cuffs that had red and blue stars on it. And if that wasn't bad enough my shirt also had all of the looney tunes on it wearing some sort of patriotic outfit. So fourth of July comes and I walk into work donning my XL Looney Tunes T-shirt...might I add that I was expecting my co-workers to be wearing similar garb. So, I walk into work and I notice that my co-workers have no stars or stripes anywhere on their clothing. All they had were red or white shirts with blue jeans. Still though, it doesnt dawn on me that maybe I went a little overboard until Rebeca takes one look at me and as she is trying to hold back laughter....shes says..."what are you wearing? You look ridiculous!" I'm like, oh I didn't know that we could wear things like that...I thought we were trying to be patriotic. So, all day I am pulling down on this huge T-shirt trying to keep it from hanging off my shoulders...all because I didn't think I had any other "patriotic" clothing. Now, if Marlen had said wear red, white and blue, I would have come in an entirely different ensemble. We had a good laugh about that. I was trying to call Rebeca on the fourth to remind her of my patriotic blunder but I couldn't get a hold of her and so I decided to write a blog. Although I am not sure if this translates into how funny it really was to anyone else, but at least Rebeca and I will get a good kick out of it. LOL

Getting There!

Every week that passes, we are a week closer to our new house! We can't wait!!!

The Sockie Killer!

I don't know what it is, but I have always had a knack for making up fun new games to play since I was very little. Little does everyone know that there is a game that I play in my head all the time that classifies the games as winners and losers. In order for a game to make it into the winners category it needs to do one or more of several things.

WINNERS
1. Make you laugh
2. Have a danger factor, but not bad enough that you won't keep playing if you get hurt. A subset of this is everyone gets to get hurt and hurt someone else. Bonus points if I never get hurt. :)
3. Get everyone involved. Unless you were just way too small. Sorry Renee this game if for people 21 and over. :( LOL
4. Make you feel like a ninja. Because ninjas are so cool I wanna crap my pants! :)

LOSERS
1. Someone gets hurt and tells. Getting hurt and not telling is different.
2. Matt stops playing in like 8 seconds. This included all board games.
3. I get hurt. :)
4. Something breaks that is integral to playing the game. Doesn't make it a loser, but we don't get to play again and that sucks.

The game I am about to introduce you to was only played by myself and Rob, and fulfilled 3 of the 4 criteria for a fun game. You can pick which three as I tell the story.

First a little backstory. Being a 12 year old ninja is hard work since you have no money the items of your ninja trade are hard to come by. This being the case you need to improvise. Here are a list of my ninja tools:

Chinese Stars: Instead of metal Chinese stars I had paper ones with sewing needles taped into the tips and a penny in each point for weight.
Ninja Outfit: Shirt Wrapped around my head to make like a ninja mask.
Nunchucks:3 pairs of tube socks. One pair is strungout and tied together in the middle with a balled up pair in each sock.

In full ninja gear I would sneak up on unsuspecting bad guys and attack with my killer nunchucks. When swung with enough force the nunchucks made a great noise on impact and even hurt a little. (Rob was the only victim after I hit Matt in the eye. Sorry Matty good boy for not telling tho.) :)

I am not sure when it started but one day I grabbed my nunchucks on a whim and decided I would be the sockie killer so Rob was on the toilet and he forgot to lock the door. I knew this was my chance to claim my first victim. I open the door and ran in yelling "Sockie Killer!!" and beat the crap out of him with the balled up socks. He was laughing so hard he could hardly choke out what is a sockie killer, and a s quickly as the attack began it was over and I escaped with him still laughing hysterically on the crapper. Over a period of a couple years I would always surprise him in the same spot, and sometimes he would threaten me , but he would always wind up laughing really hard when it was over. Maybe it was my tighty whities or my insane look or the fact that I never gave the impression that I was doing anything but seriously trying to kill him with a sock. Whatever it was it is a fond memory for both of us. The best part is, when we talk about it he is still puzzled as to what the point was or about what prompted the attacks to this day.

this one is shocking!!

I thought it was about time for me to contribute to this ingenius site. I'm very suprised nobody has shared this story yet. I miss you all and love reading the memories. I dont know how accurate this story will be but this is what i remember. This is a classic story that will forever make me smile...;)

So, when we were little, as most of you remember we used to play some pretty sweet games. Made up of course by one of the coolest guys I know, Mikey. Ok, So we built a little make-shift town in the basement with blankets and what not, we even had a post office. I'm not sure what we called the game but i do know we loved to play it. Well from what i remember mike and matt were crawling around on their hands and knees moving swiftly from room to room (rooms in the town were separated by blankets). Boo and i were talking on the phone (cans connected by a string) when mike and matt told us to come over because they wanted us to see something. So of course like the perfectly submissive little angels we were (at least me ;)hah) we went to see what the big deal was. It turns out that while they were crawling around they stumbled upon a frayed cord (belonging to the fan). When their hands landed on it as they were crawling, it shocked them. So what are brothers to do but share this exciting news with their unsuspecting sisters? I don't actually remember touching it with my own hand but I'm sure I did. What i do remember is the reason i am even writing this great story. Renee was upstairs rocking on the couch, undoubtedly singing about mikes yellow shoes or how rebeca yelled at her, when mike gets the idea to have renee touch the bare wire. (What a sweet brother he never wanted any of us to miss out on something.) Renee comes downstairs against her will if i remember correctly and we trie to get her to touch the wire. This is where the smartest child thing comes in, she said "no im not touching that." All of us dissappointed that she was smart enough to know something was up needed something to convince her it was safe. Michael, once again, the genius with great ideas gives her a fork to touch it with but thats not it, to make her feel even safer we all held hands. I'm sure you can imagine what happened next she touched it, we all felt it, she screamed, cried, and somehow mom and dad never found out until a few years ago. What i want to know is who got her to keep here mouth shut about it??

Naybers!

I remember when I used to work for N.I.R. and the bright spot of my day was coming home and playing the Sega Genesis version of Jeopardy.

Brother Fooqua was quite the force on the Jeopardy tour...

Let us never forget about 'asp'

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